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le vieil ouest, le vieux temps
il n'y a aucune bande, toutefois observé et tendu
la terre garde aller de vibration
sous ma fenĂŞtre dans une rue de ville
je me demande parfois s'il est vraiment vrai
ma douleur, quand elle est ici avec moi
si perdu
une ombre grise mince sur le bord de la pensée
je descends les chemins de jardin
quelques jours plus venteux
seule
pour moi étais un conseiller décharné et grave

 



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